A/N: Munkin-makes-it-up-to-you-chapter-number-two! Haha enjoy! :)
The baby grew rapidly over the next couple of weeks; in less than a month, Bella looked to be more than halfway through her pregnancy. She was unable to keep any food down, and we could do nothing but watch as she slowly died.
Edward and Carlisle insisted upon aborting, but Bella, Rosalie, and even Esme refused; that was a majority. Emmett, Jasper, Alice, and myself opted to remain neutral. The last thing I wanted was to tear my new family apart.
It was a lazy Thursday, and we were all sitting around, waiting for something to happen. It seemed like all we did anymore was wait around for Bella to die. I was sorry I didn't get to spend much time with her. There was one moment when we were alone – most had gone hunting, others just needed to get their minds off the situation– and we were able to talk.
I walked into the room with my arms crossed. Bella was sitting on the couch, flipping through the channels on tv when she saw me walk in. Her heart immediately sped up, and I saw some of the blood flow out of her face.
"Don't worry, I won't eat you. That thing dilutes the smell enough," I assured her, taking a seat next to her. I could still tell she was uneasy, and we sat in silence for several long minutes.
"Do you think I'm insane?" she asked all of a sudden. She was serious.
"No," I told her honestly. "But I do think that you've got high expectations."
"What do you mean?" she asked, looking bemused.
"You assume that this thing is some cherubic little angel sent from God, but no one knows what's really in there. Were you not listening when they were saying that this thing will more than likely kill you?" She looked hurt by my words. I was about to apologize when she spoke again.
"You're right," she said, wiping a tear or two away. "I know you probably don't trust me, Bree, and you really have no reason to, but please listen to me. . . I can't get rid of this baby. I know it's a baby, and I know that I love it. It's me and Edward." I pondered for a moment and then nodded and gave her a smile.
"I'm not choosing sides, Bella," I reassured her. She looked relieved.
Today, we were all gathered in the living room, sitting and standing in silence, when we heard the sound of a car pulling into the drive. Rosalie sniffed the air and grimaced.
"It's the dog," she announced, fanning her face with her hand dramatically, and I realized that it really did stink. I hadn't smelled anything like it before, but it really did stink like dirty, wet dog.
"What does he want?" Alice asked, looking at Edward, who said nothing. Edward hadn't said much in the last several days.
"Who are you talking about?" I asked, but received no answer. Carlisle was too busy heading toward the door before anyone even knocked.
A beautiful Native American boy was standing there, looking expressionless, but there was a hint of anger in his eyes. I wondered what had upset him.
"Hello, Jacob," Carlisle said. Oh, so this was Jacob. Damn. "How are you?" Jacob breathed in and out momentarily, looking disgusted. I was happy that we could return the favor of the stench.
"I heard Bella made it back alive," he said.
"Um. . . . Jacob, it's not really the best time," Carlisle told him. "Could we do this later?" I wondered what was the problem. It wasn't going to be long until the whole world found out that Bella had been eaten alive by her own baby anyway, so why not just get it over with? Bella seemed to feel the same way.
"Why not?" she asked, looking up at Rosalie. "Are we keeping secrets from Jacob, too? What's the point?" She sounded awful, like she had the combination of a head cold and strep throat. "Come in please, Jacob."
"Excuse me," Jacob said impatiently, edging around Carlisle, into the house. He looked around nervously, keeping his back to the wall. He obviously didn't trust us. His eyes wandered around to me and looked me over.
"This must be the new one," he muttered. I nodded once at him, with no expression. I already didn't like this guy. He rubbed me the wrong way. He continued to look around the room until his eyes found Edward and then Bella, and then his eyes were filled with pain, although it didn't show on any other outward features. He looked like someone who had suffered a long, long time.
A/N: One more, keep going! And thank you thank you thank you for taking the time! I love ya and I appreciate it! ~Munkin93